Well... I'm Back and I'm Feeling Really Good About Myself... So Without Further Delay...
The title says it all. The Seattle trip was a huge success and now I'm back to the crap gig I call working in NoVa (Northern Virginia for those not in acronymland... which borders Funky Town and sits on the west bank of $hit Creek).
I should have been taking notes during the trip, because I'm sure there's so much entertainment to be noted that I've already forgotten.
Firstly, big thank you to Matt, Jay, and Ashley for playing hosts/tour guides/drinking buddies. It was a blast, and while your city is awesome the enjoyment of the trip came from company kept. So again, thanks very much. Photos coming soon.
Usually I write a long bit about flights, but nothing big happened on this one. It was probably one of my most uneventful flights ever. I even slept on the plane for an hour. There was one steward who was rather funny. When I boarded the plane, I knocked on the outside of the fuselage. It's a habit/good luck thing I do before getting on any plane. The steward at the door asked if it was my good luck charm. I said yes and he replied that we'd need all the luck we could get since the pilot picked that week to quit taking heroine.
I laughed.
Fast forward.
The weather was incredible. Cool, often sunny. Very comfortable. We ate bar grub and drank pitches of local brew that first night. The ability to walk to bars, dinner, entertainment was very cool. I was braced up for the trip so walking was fine. With the exception of the last day, I had no problems with the knee at all and with the amount of walking we did that last day, I'd suspect many healthy kneed people would have had problems.
Anyway... first night highlight... playing bar shuffle board in the bottom of that huge bar (The Garage?). They used to have one of those shuffle board sand tables in the Officers' Club and I hadn't played with one in 20 years. It was fun with the exception that the table had a "dead zone" where the pucks would just die instead of sliding. Towards the end we got better, but it took us over an hour to get to one side having 15 points before we called it quits.
Memory highlight of the evening: Wandering back to the condo and remembering hazy days of college and wandering back from bars. In particular the night coming back from Fat's and signing alternative lyrics to NIN's Closer. If you can imagine me belting out "I want to F you like an antelope!" or "I want to F you like an artichoke!" or "I want to F you like a cantelope!" or "I want to F you like a dirigible!" It goes on, but you get the point.
More to follow on this... now I must go justify my existance by sleeping through a meeting.